had insane crazy sugar high yesterday, following the time-tested-tried-and-true method of eating 4 scoops (or more) of ice cream just after exercising. so was running around and bouncing. if only that worked before a race >.<

today was a bad day. books hate me - i had to go to the bookstore twice to get a book replaced, my bag's broken as is my sandal (again! the glue doesn't work), and wallet fell out of bag as i scurried out of locker room at the athletic centre. i went back later looking for the bag bit that had fallen off and found my wallet in the locker room - i didn't even know it had fallen out.

of course i guess it was too much to ask that whoever was in there had left the money inside. i don't know, i was just angry and disappointed. angry at myself being careless again, not checking for things left behind, and disappointed that people around me who live around me would even do such a thing. i guess i give people too much credit. not everyone's honest. but it is a disappointment to find that out, i guess.

in any case, i wasn't happy heading out to run. no surprise. but i find running a good way to deal with things, or at least working out. you may start it in a shitty mood, but after you finish and the endorphins have finished whooping their way around your system, well, you may not feel fantastic or happy, but you do feel like you can deal with the shit that has been thrown at you.

and i guess i'm grateful that the bitch who took the cash (it was a lot of cash) didn't take the whole wallet. which would suck, as i had my visa cards and my school id in there. and i am definately grateful i deposited a lot of my cash earlier today. and it's also a good thing people owe me cash too so i have capital there. so yeah, silver lining and all.

it still sucks, but i can deal with it. *sigh* ok off to debate now.

its 1.35 am and i'm suddenly so fucking lost it's not even funny.


you could have had so much more.

banksy has an exhibition!

interesting things i just remembered/found out:

the eagles were the original ones who wrote also did a cover of the boys of summer, which is a pleasant surprise.

davidoff actually is a cigarette brand rather than a perfume brand. did not know that. (this i realised in germany)

tufts has this AMAZING AWESOME collection of the dali card lithographs. i am in love. its GREAT.

it's a balmy 25ºC out here today, wonderfully humid-ish and SUNNY and i'm listening to music and eating strawberries under a tree on the lawn, watching an ant wandering on my apple, with a breeze blowing. as you can tell, it's idyllic and i'm happy. it's wonderful. norwegian wood and sunday morning under the sun would be perfect, i'm working and i'm gloriously content. i love summer.

so, some thoughts:

the flag's still at half mast in the quad, and it's one of those things you notice when you're cold and freezing, and it sticks in your head. it hasn't left half-mast since sept 12 when i first realised it. perhaps there is a month of mourning for sept 11, but i really don't know, and no one really does, no one i've asked, not even americans.

philosophical musings at 2am at night can be wonderful, and pensively pleasantly pitiably sad. there's a generation of lost, degenerate and aimless kids out there who don't know what to do with their life, who have no aim, and are degenerate because they don't know anything else to be. what's even more pitiable is that they're aware of it, of their trap, but can't get out because of the inertia they place on themselves. there's despair there, the knowledge that they're on a self-destruct cycle but they can't get out of it because they see no point, there's nothing else for them.

archie's moths, all of them. brief flashes of hope, brilliance, love, and they spiral away, fade away.

and it hurts.

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fly me to the moon by oscar peterson in the sun on the grass with strawberries. bliss. it's a good sunday.

everyone should read kahlil gibran. and haruki murakami's noruwei no mori.

music of the monment - tal buchman - she's so high
mood of the moment - pleasantly content

just back from running. damn, 5k seems so long now. ran it in 27+ which sucks balls. i think i need spikes, cleats, and fbts, and stuff like that. god i need to bathe. will be back.

omg i love my dorm its hilarious. so this cop comes on his dorm rounds and some how he ended up playing foozball with our residential assistant. and then a horde of my dormmates came by after drinking. trust me. it was funny. one of my friends said: "you're not a real cop are you?"

"yes i am. want to see how legal i can be?" *starts taking out his beat stick (truncheon like thing)

*friend sprints to the far wall with an utterly frantic and panicked expression on her face "oh my god he's gonna beat me!!! i was just kidding ok!!!"

ohh kay. so i'm back from surviving 3 games of beer pong (GO MARCH OF DIMES!) and so i'm kinda non-functioning. cross coutnry was good today, won first overall and first indiv with a new course record despite the heat and humidity. and the cross party was quite fun :) beerpong!

anyways. last night was fall ball, which i spent most of my time wandering around trying to find people. and sending smashed singaporean friend back to dorm. it was quite funny, especially since he kept insisting he wasn't asian but african. and stealing my scarf to wear.

oh gods i'm not thinking straight. oooh! i just got windows on mac, so can use c++and play games and shite. coolbeans.

and for all those mac purists out there who scream at the thought of windows on mac: screw you. too buzzed to bother.

oooooookay. so i woke up at 3 in the morning yesterday to take my shift at painting the cannon. for those who aren't in the know, painting the cannon (i.e. a cannon in the quadrangle centre grassy patch thing that has more than a hundred coats of paint is a tufts tradition) so my dorm painted our dorm name and logo on the silly thing using spray paint. and the thing about painting it is that you gotta make sure people don't come by half an hour later to paint over it so we had shifts until 5-6am in the morning. mine was 3-4, obscene it was. but fun :)

and i just got back from fall ball. basically an excuse to dress up and dance like mad and get drunk. no surprise, no? heh had to put friend to bed. now tired, have to get up tmr, will give more details if i can remember tmr. ciao

just got back from an acapella audition. was bloody nervous. it is 2.41 in the fucking morning. i have class at 8.30am.

in any case, am really excited about classes. they're awesome, professors are cool and funky and sardonic and some no-nonsense. i love it. i love the jazz class. its great its great its great.

saw girl run out to meet boyfriend while waiting for audition. one other girl summed it up for us: "aw. now i'm jealous".

which was quite amusing :)

k so i'm really fixated on the comp screen now and stadium arcadium is on really really loudly. yay for large bass speakers.


this is actually quite amusing :P

and red hot chilli peppers remind me of queen, in their variation and treatment of music, how they innovate in the same way. if you call it innovation.

music of the moment - red hot chilli peppers - stadium arcadium

so it's cold, and i'm in my friend's boyfriend's room, and they're being cuddly. the rest just left, and i've been in a sorta mildly ebullient mood as i meander to my random chores. red hot chilli peppers sum up my mood perfectly, and i don't know what i'm gonna do for the rest of my time here. i'll be back, winter break, and i presume after that i'll be ok. i'll be returning to somewhere familiar. the cold air from the open window caresses my skin, and i know more than ever i'm alone. i don't begrudge them anything, i'm happy for them.




Tell me baby what's your story
My heart
Where you come from
Your skin
And where you wanna go this time
This love

I'm in
Tell me lover are you lonely
We don't arrive, without a surprise
The thing we need is
You're right

Never all that hard to find

I'm wrong
Tell me baby what's your story
Where do you come from
Be free
Belong
And where you wanna go this time
Your so lovely are you lonely
Giving up on the innocence you left behind



I don't wanna have to, but I will,
If that's what I'm supposed to do.
We don't wanna set up for the kill,
But that's what I'm about to do.


music of the moment - red hot chilli peppers - hey
mood of the moment - ambivalent/pensive/wilfully deaf

have attempted to pack up room for roommate who will be coming in in at least 12 hours time. so since i'm going to this luau thing (read: party thing) i am trying to pack now. i'm doing ok. can see table, floor pretty clear. so anyways. just got back from tromping around boston. again, cold. and rainy. got phone and some 9 west bag which was discounted $40 us i.e. i got it for about $31 us which is probably really good since it's kinda ex in sg i dont know. but it's capacious and can probably fit my macbook so i is satisfied i think. ohgod packing. ciao.

late and cold out. so before i turn in, this anti-telemarketeering script is awesome.

in dorm room. is very cold. toes froze, so no sandals again. currently trying to fix net connection in other peoples com, back to the techie role again. is cold. should be unpacking, but can't be bothered and will be heading for social thingy soon. was supposed to be shisha on library roof, but it is COLD and RAINY so :( no shisha. still. its just next door. did i mention it's cold? it's cold. SEND ME PHOTOS hur :)

so this is sonia, posting from her new macbook. it is lovely, but getting used to it is kinda iffy. i'm working of it. and thanks to the wonderful free wireless of amerisuites. it's kind of like a lowerscale hyatt-for-the-masses..only the room is huge, and for $99 a night (USD) its really quite a deal. then again, that's considering the really really cramped accomodation we had at the econolodge at times square in ny. ny is an expensive place. EXPENSIVE. you can't imagine just how much it costs to live there. so for $139 a night we had this titchy room that was big enough for one queen sized or so bed, a cupboard for the tv, and barely enough room for the two big suitcases and random big floppy bags. and it was squeezy. the toiletries were quite atas (high class) though. clairol herbal shampoos in little bottles. you spend 7 bucks back home for a big bottle heh.

new york wasn't as overwhelming as i expected, for it being the big apple and city and all. but it's kinda scary that you can be very, very faceless there. you may be in a city of six million people, and you can be very alone. like that lat comicl, where he's in paris and is writing to his mom. he says "you ask if i feel alone. in this city of 6 million lovers? yes mum."

but anyways. lots of ny to see, but the best bits of it i feel are above your head. you have to look up to appreciate the architecture, the skyline...and the neon lights of times square and the blink[er]ing lights of broadway. speaking of which, i saw two shows there :) the first was the producers, which we rushed to just after moving our bags into our room. econolodge times square is just next to broadway, so we puttered to the ticket booth, and subsequently rushed for the show. which was good :) though i thought the songs were faster than the movie and the comedic timing less so, but then again this doesn't have the benefit of editing and retakes so. then also caught SPAMALOT!!!! so awesome. i want the killerbunnyslippers of doooom. they are SO AWESOME. i cannot stress the wonderfulness of this enough. and the new songs are also quite good too :D mwaha.

the rest of ny was spent at the museum of modern art >.< there are 6 levels of exhibits. we went from opening to closing time (1030-1730) and only got through 3 levels. there is just so much to see, from the cezannes to the dada movement (go check it up, it's quite interesting). i like man ray's obstruction, especially the idea behind it. if only we had enough coat hangers. obstructing the universe sounds quite cool. call me a philistine, but seeing everything from cezanne's the bather to monet's reflections of clouds on a lily pond (i never KNEW it was so GIMONGOUS) to dali's melting clocks (didn't know it was so small, the detailing belies its size) to warhol's soup cans is good for the soul. everyone should go to visit an art gallery with acclaimed masterpieces that culture vultures adore once in a while. makes you feel alive again.

and i've been using the word gimongous a lot lately. for everything from buildings to paintings to SQUIRRELS. they are HUGE. like the sparrows, because they are cold and fat.

boston is cold, and large. all that walking around kills the feet. met a few tufts people here in amerisuites too...some going for IO, some for FIT, meh. we'll see how everything goes...moving in tomorrow. so until i actually get wireless again, ciao.

..enough, now.

agagooga has done it again :) this is a scream.

so today was wonderful and amusing. i like ebullient and high :)

we're living on borrowed time.

music of the moment - duke ellington (or whoever was playing) - i'm beginning to see the light

mm so its one more year, more responsibility, but i don't know about more trust. i don't know if i trust myself, not after my actions these past few months. but i'll grow, i'll learn, i'll get better. we'll see how that one goes. thanks to all :) love you guys lotses and very muchly too :)

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what hezbollah really is, or the nature of hezbollah (or rather hizb allah, "gods army") is important. got to talking about it at dinner today, and it's interesting how what me dad said corresponded to what the article says.

for one, he theorises the current hezbollah arose out of the 1982 lebanon war. which is interesting. that would mean that for, say, five years after the war, maybe even a decade, the generation that were kids during the war grew up on a legacy of hatred and knowledge that they were being bombed by The Enemy. they were brought up learning to hate The Other, probably not knowing or caring that they themselves were also retaliating. so now, around 25 years in the future, the disaffected are returning with a vengeance. literally.

and in a very very ironic and depressing cycle, israel is just bombing the shit out of them again, with no thought to the fact that their consequences are gonna come back to bite them in the ass big time another quarter century down the road. israel and palestine, seemingly, are not the only ones that are largely defined by who they hate. hezbollah is as well - according to the article, they flourish because they proclaim they represent the Resistance To The Oppressor, the path to freedom. and all israel is doing is reinforcing this.

and yes, they are squandering their rare portion of goodwill. with the backing of the world's most powerful nation (militarily, and possibly for now economically), they can seemingly afford to piss off people in order to show the world that this new government is not to be trifled with. but you can't. you have to cultivate relations, you have to cultivate people, if you want to end this. nothing was ever built on a foundation of hatred, of enmity and distrust. but i dont know if that's what they want, an continuation of the war.

all this short term things, short term plans. no integration, just forcing people to follow you with no regard. it sounds like the usa for some reason. interestingly when blair offered to mediate between india and pakistan (i think), they politely rebuffed him with a "you don't have the civilisation to deal with us". that's an interesting thought, when applied to america. compared to britain, china, india...the us is a teenager with a lot of power, telling 40 year olds what to do. yes, the 40 year olds may not be in the best of shape, but they remember the good old days and are proud of it. and they know the value of cultivating goodwill, which the us isn't doing right now. it'll be interesting to see how this turns out.